The flunking French conversation from my book. Let me know what you think of it.

“Wow, Liz wasn’t kidding about you hating French,” says David.
I whip around looking into the eyes that stole my heart.
“What did Liz tell you?” I ask, hoping I won’t have to hurt Liz, because of her big mouth.
He shrugs shoulders. “She told me you hate French. Is there something about French she wasn’t supposed to tell me?” He picks up the book off the floor, leaning in very close to place it in my locker.
“Abusing the book won’t improve your grade,” he said with serious eyes.
“There’s nothing wrong with my grade,” I told a little white lie. I start fumbling with my notebook, so he can’t see my face. He would know I was lying.
“Why are you lying to me?” he asked in a soft voice.
I close my locker. “My grade maybe a little low, but I can handle it.” I start walking down the hall real fast. I love everything about him, but he’s an insane tutor. He constantly harasses you until he drives you crazy! He does it all in a calm and polite manner, that drives me crazy! I vowed last year I would never let him tutor me again.
He caught me by the arm to slow me down. He didn’t release my arm.
“Last year I tutored you in calculus.” He did a slow grin. “Let me try to remember all the names you called me.” He stops walking, pushing me gentle against the wall. He steps up to me so close; I could feel every breath he took. “You called me insane or mad?”
“I called you both,” I said barely above a whisper. I was staring in his eyes. I truly love those eyes.
He places a hand on the wall next to my head. He leans into my ear whispering, “You said I was evil with politeness.” He did a gentle chuckle. His breath hit my ear sending shivers down my spine. I could feel his lips on the tip of my ear. “Then you threw all the books on the floor,” he murmured against my ear. My knees start going weak. He did another chuckle.
I did a little giggle remembering that day.
“Are you flunking French?” he whispers gently grazing his lips against my cheek.
I turn my head giving him a sharp look.
“What are you two love birds whispering about?” Marty passes by us giving David shoulder a shove.
I knock his arm out the way.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I said throwing a glare at him, as I walk away.
What was that look he shot back at me…hurt or annoyed?
“Don’t play stupid with me…I’m better at it,” Marty says with a back glance at me.